A funny thing happened

Chapter 10

By Gayforkurt

Summary: Puck has suddenly noticed that Kurt Hummel did some serious growing up over the summer. (WARNING: This is the big one, rated M for a reason, people!)

Disclaimer: All recognizable Glee characters are the property of Ian Brennan, Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk. No copyright infringement is intended.

A funny thing happened… at the Hummels'

Kurt Hummel was going crazy. He was waiting for his dad and stepmother to leave on their date night and for Finn to leave as well. Tonight was going to be a milestone in his life as a teenage boy – and he wanted it to start like now!

"…and there's money in the kitchen if you want to get takeout later, 'kay?" Kurt hugged his dad and almost pushed him out of the house; Carole was already waiting in the car. Finn had left before and he knew the other boy would probably stay out overnight as it was the weekend.

"Thanks, dad, I think I've got it covered." He tried to smile serenely at his father but Burt Hummel wasn't fooled.

"Is Puckerman coming over?" He didn't have much of a problem with Noah anymore; he'd seen how the boy looked at his son as if he couldn't believe he'd got lucky. He just didn't trust him with Kurt's body. He'd been a teenager once, a long time ago, but he still remembered what hormones were and how a lot of the times it had felt like he'd only been along for the ride.

Now, looking into his son's nervous eyes and seeing how jittery he was as he nodded 'yes', he had a sneaking feeling that things were going to escalate when everyone had left and the boyfriend came over. He turned to grab Kurt in a hug, causing the boy to let out a startled squeak.

"Just be careful tonight, okay? I love you, Kurt." He gave the kid one last squeeze and stepped back.

Kurt looked at him with wide eyes and stuttered, "Uh, ahh, yeah, I… uhm, we'll be careful, daddy." He blushed as he realized his dad was onto him. "We'll probably watch a bunch of chick flicks. Heh-heh, he kinda owes me…"

He trailed off as he realized his dad was smirking at him, unconvinced apparently by his attempt at nonchalance. His dad shrugged and headed out the door.

"Uh-huh, just remember, Carole and I'll be back about 1. Make sure Puckerman is home in his own bed by then, okay? Later, kid."

Kurt shut the door behind his dad, took a moment to release a shuddering breath, and then dashed downstairs to his basement suite to prepare for Puck.

Noah Puckerman was nervous as hell. The crazy thing about all this was, if someone had told him even six months before he'd be sweating bullets at the thought of punching someone's V-card, he'd have clocked them. For damn sure! However, six months ago, Puck had been as straight as the next stud and had never looked crosswise at another guy. Now he was in love with a boy and not just any boy. He was in love with McKinley High's resident diva, Kurt Hummel.

The thing, too, was that Kurt was a class act. There was no way he could turn up with a six-pack of whatever cheap beer was on sale, turn on the standard badass charm and work his way into damp panties. Oh no, his boy was a romantic and he, Noah Puckerman, was going to have to step up his game if he was going to give Kurt a memorable 'first time'.

He paused in the act of scrubbing his muscular body, his hands slowing as he soaped his pectoral muscles, and imagined them together in the shower. Hmmm, maybe a nice bubble bath wouldn't be such a bad way to start. His mind hummed along as he thought of ways to ease Kurt into the big bad world of sex.

Puck was no expert in the (somewhat scary) area of anal sex but he'd once spent an illicit summer with one of his MILFs who was into ass play. She'd had a lot of toys that she'd introduced him to and though she was a kinky bitch, she'd also shown him an amazing time. He thought he remembered quite a bit, especially when she'd introduced him to his prostate, and he was pretty certain he could take very good care of Kurt.

At the thought of Kurt's tightness around his fingers and then the Puckzilla, he felt himself harden and groaned quietly, not wanting his mom and sister to hear him. He wasn't going to jerk off; he would save all that energy later for Kurt because he was certain he would be getting off more than once tonight. They both would, if he had any say in it.

Puck smiled to himself as he imagined how nervous Kurt must be right now. Most of his encounters with virgins had left a lot to be desired as he thought back to the tears and squeamish reactions of some of the girls. His best sex had been with the older women he had serviced after servicing their pools. Tonight he was going to put everything he'd learned to good use. Kurt wouldn't know if he was – heh-heh - coming or going.

Back at the Hummels', Kurt was also in the shower but his mind wasn't on the upcoming deflowering, as he'd taken to calling it in his mind. No, in true diva/fashionista style, Kurt had just finished shampooing, conditioning and depilating himself to within an inch of his life. His skin, most of it anyway (including that area he'd only recently paid attention to) was soft, fragrant and as hair-free as he could get it. He'd read up somewhat on how to prepare oneself, if one were into anal play, and now he shut off the water to get down to some serious prepping.

He took the bottle of fragrant, thick oil he'd discovered in his Internet browsing and poured some onto his fingers. Taking a deep breath, Kurt placed one finger at his opening and then slid it gently inside. His breath caught at the strange feeling but he pressed on. After getting used to that (slightly weird) sensation, he moved on to two fingers. Here he had to breathe deeper as he suddenly flashed onto a visual of Noah doing this to him. He felt himself harden and let out a sudden breath. No matter that it had started out feeling odd, things were definitely beginning to look up!

Fifteen minutes later, Kurt was dried off, skin creamed and hair blow-dried but unstyled, and he turned his attention to his clothes. He didn't want to be all dressed up when Noah arrived but he didn't want to look as if he didn't care what he was wearing, either. He needed to strike a happy medium. Then a thought occurred to him. He would wear something similar to what he'd had on the first night Noah came to his room. Yes!

He dashed around the room after getting dressed in his choice of outfits and proceeded to spritz the place with his favorite designer cologne. He then threw a large beautiful scarf over the lamp by his bed (he'd seen that on TV some time ago) and was pleased that it actually did give the room a romantic glow. He hoped the effect wasn't too girly. Though he'd once described himself as an honorary girl, he didn't want Noah to be fantasizing about women when they were together later.

In his scurrying around, his glance fell on his bedside clock and realized there were only ten minutes left until Noah's arrival and he dashed upstairs to straighten up. He didn't know why he bothered as he was certain his horny boyfriend wouldn't notice a thing in the house except him. He smirked at the thought. Noah Puckerman is my boyfriend, his mind chirped smugly at him and he laughed out loud.

Kurt sipped a diet Dr. Pepper as he waited for the sound of the doorbell, certain Noah would be on time, and flipped through one of his many fashion magazines. His eyes grew dreamy as he thought of the other boy and what the rest of the night would bring. Just as he was picturing himself stripping Noah out of his clothes, the doorbell rang.

He calmly set his magazine aside, put the drink on its coaster on the coffee table, and got up sedately. He let the doorbell sound once again and then sauntered to the front door. He opened it and took a step back. "Noah, hi, come in."

The other boy smirked and stepped past him into the Hummel residence. As he turned to get a good look at his boyfriend, his mouth fell open slightly. His jeans immediately started to get uncomfortable as he looked at Kurt's outfit. His long, well-toned legs were bare up to the frayed edges of cut off sweats and he was *gulp* barefooted.

Puck's gaze roved up the creamy expanse of skin and snagged on the slight bulge in the front of those sinful shorts. The overly large sweatshirt didn't help his equilibrium much, either, because it was so big, it hung off of one pale, delicately-boned shoulder. Puck licked his lips and advanced on the blushing countertenor.

Kurt for his part was very appreciative of the view. Noah had obviously just showered and shaved and smelled divine. He was also wearing washed out jeans (those should be illegal, Kurt's mind yelled), a thin white tee-shirt and a well-worn leather jacket. The whole ensemble screamed badass as loudly as it screamed sexy!

"Hey, princess, everything good?" Puck didn't wait for a reply but crowded the shorter boy up against his front door. As Kurt raised his head to stare dazedly up at him, Puck lowered his head and kissed him. Kurt's body slumped into his as his hands wound around Puck's neck and he gloried in the feel of the slender body in his arms.

Kissing Kurt was definitely one of his favorite pastimes as the young singer's lips were plump and soft and his mouth sweet. Puck couldn't get enough of his taste and he groaned as the boy opened up to him. He gladly accepted the invitation, plunging his tongue inside to taste every part of that hot mouth. He savored, too, the sound of Kurt's whimper and ground his erection into the quivering body.

When he realized he was humping his boyfriend against his front door when there was a perfectly good bed downstairs, Puck eased up, nipping at the swollen lips and begging his hard on to ease up so he could walk without limping.

Kurt stared with glazed eyes at Noah's moist lips. He knew there was something he was supposed to ask but that kiss had kicked it right out of his mind. Oh, yes.

"Erhm, do you want anything to drink? Have you eaten?" He blushed as he saw Noah's affectionate smile at his attempt at being a good host. "I've already eaten but if you haven't, we could always order something in."

"Thanks, I have eaten but I could do with some water." Noah released Kurt just enough for the boy to sidle around him and head to the kitchen. He watched Kurt's ass swaying in front of him while he adjusted himself. Damn, that boy had no idea how hot he was, but the Puckzilla was going to enlighten him tonight!

With two water bottles in hand, Kurt led the way to his bedroom, knowing that Noah was staring at him the whole way down. As he got to the bottom of his stairs he turned to look back up at the other boy, hoping the room met with his approval.

To be honest, being in Kurt's room definitely was ramping up Puck's arousal. He would always remember the way the lighting made Kurt's skin glow and the aroma that he couldn't name reminded him of Kurt's skin. Only one thing was missing from this scenario – the feel of Kurt's lush body wrapped tightly around him.

Puck gathered the willowy boy into his arms and kissed him. He worked Kurt's lips apart and set up home in the moist, hot cavern, swallowing the moan that seemed to work its way from deep within the beautiful singer. He'd never admit it but he also loved the way Kurt always snaked his slender arms around his neck. The way he leaned his whole body against Puck's made him feel like he was the strongest man in the world. Everything faded away when Kurt opened up to him like that.

"Kurt, baby, you have no idea how much I want you," Puck whispered against the luscious pink lips wet from his kisses. He didn't think Kurt could blush any redder, but he did. Puck grinned as he ground his erection against Kurt's and watched as his head fell back, baring his neck for Puck's consumption. He obliged, planting tiny, sucking kisses along its pale expanse. He could feel the vibration of Kurt's moans against his lips and he straightened up.

"Let's move this to the bed, babe, okay?" Kurt pulled away but grabbed his hand as he moved towards the bed. Puck noticed that Kurt had placed a couple of large, fluffy towels on it and he rolled his eyes. The young fashionista was a serious neat freak if, on the night of his first time, he was worried about wet spots. Seriously? Puck just smiled and shook his head as he moved up behind Kurt and wrapped him in his arms again.

Kurt sighed as Puck pulled him against his hard body, his hands caressing and squeezing Kurt's body arousingly. Kurt leaned his whole body against Puck's and rubbed his ass against the considerable bulge in Puck's jeans. Puck still had on his leather jacket and Kurt reveled in the feel of Puck's rough clothing against the soft material of his worn-soft sweatshirt and shorts. Even the feel of the denim against the skin of his legs was a turn on and he moaned as he writhed against the larger boy.

Puck couldn't believe his luck. Kurt was so responsive and he didn't seem very nervous about what was coming. Puck had hated the few times he'd bedded virgins for all the crying and whining that went on. Inevitably, those encounters never revisited as wank fantasies. Now, though, the way Kurt was rubbing up against him nearly had him hyperventilating, it was so hot!

Kurt slowed things down a bit, though, when he turned around to divest Puck of the leather jacket. Puck kept stealing kisses and murmuring filthy suggestions to Kurt who just giggled softly, taking every opportunity to caress Puck even as he undressed him.

When Puck was just in his jeans, having toed off his boots and socks as Kurt worked on his tops, Kurt stopped to admire the tanned muscles of his chest. Of particular fascination was the nipple ring as Kurt had never seen one except in a porno. He leaned forward and licked at it, smiling mischievously when Puck gasped and his chest muscles twitched. One large hand came up to hold Kurt's head in place as the boy licked and sucked gently at the nipple, tugging every now and again at the small silver ring.

Puck groaned, his cock lengthening further, and he eased Kurt's greedy lips away from his chest. "Easy, babe, or things will end before they begin. You wouldn't want that, would you?" He captured Kurt's pouting lips and eased the boy down onto the bedspread, pushing the towels out of the way. Kurt's leg came up to hold his hips in place and Puck groaned, feeling the answering bulge in Kurt's shorts.

Kurt writhed and moaned beneath him and Puck felt himself beginning to overheat. He loved the sound of Kurt's moans and the feel of him spread out under him was driving Puck crazy. He knew he had to slow things down, prepare Kurt so that he wouldn't get hurt but, damn, that boy could kiss. He was a live wire, his taut dancer's body and long, strong legs gripping Puck and making him wish he was already buried deep inside of him.

Puck lavished kisses down the side of Kurt's long neck and, reaching the neck of the sweatshirt, moved it aside with his chin to suck on the gleaming collarbone. Kurt threw his head back and whined, his whole body seeming to lift off the bed and forcing his skin up against Puck's mouth.

"Fuck, Kurt, you're so beautiful! I love the way you feel, taste…" Puck's words barely floated up to Kurt but when he heard them he looked in surprise at the bigger boy writhing on top of him.

"Oh, Noah, you're the one that's beautiful. I love the color of your skin, and your eyes… and your big muscles…" he broke off to kiss Puck's lips again before he continued. "And I love the way you make love to me."

Puck pulled back to stare into Kurt's gorgeous, blue-green eyes, seeing the sincerity and honesty, and he smiled. "I've never known anyone like you, princess." He rolled off a bit to gather Kurt into his arms and lay staring at the smaller boy. "You know this is it for me, right? I love you, Kurt."

Tears sprang to Kurt's eyes. "I love you, Noah; I've never said this to anyone but my parents. I never thought I could feel like this… Please, make love to me, please."

"Shhh, you never have to beg, princess, never with me." Puck hauled Kurt to him and proceeded to devour his lips, hungering for more of the boy in his arms. When he felt Kurt's small hand struggling with his belt buckle, though, he eased him back and stood up from the bed.

Kurt lay back as he watched Puck remove the belt and then start working on the opening of his jeans. He was fascinated as he watched the handsome jock work the tight jeans down his narrow hips and over the bulge of his dick. Puck had gone commando but Kurt wasn't surprised as he'd sometimes heard Santana and Brittany discussing the tanned teen's penchant for letting everything hang free.

As Puck worked the zipper down, however, Kurt's breathing quickened in anticipation. His own erection was tenting the soft cloth of his shorts and he was tempted to squeeze it but he had a feeling Puck would stop him if he tried. He licked his lips as he continued to watch the impromptu striptease Puck was putting on for him.

Finally easing the tight denim down his muscular thighs and calves, Puck kicked it aside and rested one knee on the bed. He ran one hand up Kurt's left leg, marveling that the smooth porcelain appearance was misleading; the skin was hot to the touch, not marble-cool as it appeared. Kurt writhed at the feel of Puck's calloused fingers stroking up the length of his leg and smirked as Puck's eyes landed on the bulge in Kurt's shorts.

Puck moved the other hand up Kurt's other leg and as both hands landed on the slender boy's hips he grasped the waistband of the shorts and pulled it off in one long movement. As Kurt lifted his legs to free them from bunching at his ankles, Puck's breath caught at the sight of Kurt's cock.

"Damn, even down here you're pretty!" He blushed as the words escaped his mouth and Kurt giggled shyly. He'd always thought he was pretty average looking, compared to the actors he'd seen in the porn films on the Internet, but the way Noah was looking at him made him feel beautiful.

The jock straddled his legs and leaned over to gently pull the sweatshirt off and Kurt raised his upper body to assist. As he tossed the shirt aside, Puck leaned down and licked one pert, pink nipple and reveled in Kurt's gasp and shudder. The diva's hands came up to keep Puck's head in place but he moved to the other nipple and suckled that one, too. Kurt was getting frantic and he squirmed and whimpered as Puck tortured him sweetly.

"Oh, baby, what you do to me," Puck murmured against the warm skin of Kurt's chest. He gave the nipple one last nibble and lick and then kissed his way down Kurt's body. The sounds Kurt was making were getting higher and louder and Puck was seriously glad that no one else was in the house. He had a feeling the young singer would get a whole lot more vocal before their night was over.

Puck pulled back and took a deep breath as he stared at Kurt's absolutely beautiful cock. It was long and not too thick, ivory-colored from the base up but the head was rosy and absolutely mouth-watering. He had never given head before but he was damned if he backed down now in the face of Kurt's obvious need.

The beautiful boy had one hand fisted in his mouth, trying to hold back his whimpers but his hips betrayed him as they lifted and circled, drawing Puck's attention back to his dripping need. Puck nodded to himself, placed his hands on Kurt's hips to still them and leaned over so he was eye-to-eye with the straining cock. Then he licked.

Kurt's gasping cry was enough to spur Puck on to engulf the head and suckle gently, not knowing how much was too much for the boy writhing beneath his hands. He pulled back slightly but kept his hand pumping the shaft of the slender, hot cock. The pre-cum tasted okay, kinda salty, kinda sweet with a little bitter-ish aftertaste, but he found he could get used to it.

Finished with his ruminations, Puck decided he would get more of Kurt's cock into his mouth, if he could. His boy wasn't exactly small and he was nowhere near as thick as the Puckzilla but this cock-sucking thing would take a little getting used to. He hummed slightly as he swallowed more of Kurt's cock and chuckled a bit at the sound of Kurt's moans and whimpers rising an octave.

By the time Kurt's head was thrashing back and forth on the bed and the whimpers had become vocalizations of "mmm, uh, Noah, uh-uh, fuck, fuck!", Puck had decided to up the game a bit. Popping off of the thoroughly wet cock bobbing in front of him, he moved his hands around to Kurt's tight little ass and pulled the cheeks apart. Kurt did what came naturally and lifted his legs, letting them fall apart and giving Puck an unobstructed view of the tightly-furled hole that was his ultimate target.

Kurt's hands were now gripping the bedspread convulsively as he realized what Puck was about to do, or he thought he did. A yell was ripped from him as Puck suddenly nipped one of his cheeks, and he raised his head to watch what the muscular boy was doing. Puck grinned up at him, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

"I've always thought your ass was biteable, babe; now I know for sure," and he leaned down to do the same to the other cheek as Kurt laughed out loud. He writhed and giggled, trying to lower his legs but Puck was much stronger so he won, continuing to nibble on the firm globes interspersed with the occasional swipe of his tongue.

After a while of the laughter and teasing nips, Puck straightened up and looked seriously at Kurt. Kurt, sensing a slight change in the air, glanced down at Puck who practically had Kurt's ass in his lap, and lowered his legs a bit. "Noah?"

Puck bit his lip and decided to just come right out and ask Kurt what kind of experience he'd had with what they were going to do. Kurt blushed – yes, even after having his cock in Puck's mouth he was still a little shy – and admitted that he'd checked stuff out on the Internet.

"Babe, you know it's going to hurt this first time, right?" At Kurt's nervous nod, Puck started rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's toned thighs, hoping to soothe away the worried look in his love's eyes. "But I'ma gonna take care of you, baby," he crooned, his voice lowering to a calming timbre. He was rewarded with Kurt's glowing smile and he leaned over to kiss those luscious lips that so enticed him.

As they kissed and nibbled at each other's mouth, Puck rubbed his cock against Kurt's, almost mimicking the sex act and, as he felt the boy beneath him climbing the peak already, he wondered if maybe he shouldn't just let him come. Maybe it would relax him enough to take Puckzilla more easily, he thought, his own breath coming more rapidly. Damn, Kurt was so sexy, so hot, even for a virgin, that he felt like he could spend the whole night just kissing and rubbing off against him.

Finally making up his mind, Puck eased his big body to the side and, as Kurt turned to follow him, he grasped the boy's needy cock and began to jack him in earnest. Kurt ripped his mouth away from Puck's and cried out, such a deeper sound than Puck had heard before that it made his own cock lurch. Jesus, fuck, fuck! He clenched his eyes and fought not to come as he felt Kurt's cock swell in his hands and start to spurt, his creamy jizz covering his hand and easing the way even more.

He bit into Kurt's neck as the boy spasmed against him and cried out once more. His own moans were loud in his ear as he panted, trying to stave off his orgasm and focus on Kurt's. He opened his eyes – when had he closed them? – and watched as Kurt shuddered one last time and fell back, gasping on the bed beside him. Both boys huffed and panted as if they'd run the Boston marathon and then Kurt turned his head towards Noah and smiled, his eyes brilliant and his face radiant.

"Thank you… thank you… Noah," he gasped, reaching up a delicate hand to stroke Puck's cheek. Puck nipped the side of the palm and then placed a kiss in the middle. Kurt continued: "I really don't… know how… anything could… be better than… that."

Puck chuckled, his eyes darkening as he thought of what awaited him – them – and he figured there was no time like now to continue Kurt's education. He rose up on his elbow, leaned over to the still panting boy and slipped his tongue inside the eager mouth again. They kissed lightly until Puck, shifting his larger body onto Kurt's, started nipping and sucking down the heaving body until he was straddling the waiting boy.

Kurt's eyes gleamed in anticipation; he knew what was coming and he wanted it now, goddamit! He circled his hips, making sure his cock, though still flaccid, would bump up against Puck's butt. The older boy grinned down at Kurt, a predatory glint making him look a little dangerous, and Kurt gulped.

Puck chuckled as he watched some of the nerves come back into Kurt's eyes. He ran a calming hand down Kurt's surprisingly toned abdomen, enjoying the way the muscles jumped, and asked, "Are you ready for it?"

Kurt quirked an elegant brow at the teasing bastard. "Oh, I don't know, are you ready?" He glanced down at the other boy's still hard cock and tilted his head. "You seem ready, but can you handle this?" He lifted his hips and circled them again, thanking all those 'Single Ladies' moves he'd had to learn, for making his hips so flexible. He chuckled as Puck swallowed a moan, and did it again.

Puck, deciding that Kurt was having way too much fun at his expense, eased off the other boy's legs and reached for his leather jacket which was on the floor beside the bed. He retrieved the items necessary to this seduction and stood back up. Kurt was staring at him now, his lips parted and wet as he seemed to have just licked them. Puck smirked, knowing the sexy picture he made, and made his pectorals twitch and jump. Surprisingly, Kurt's still limp cock started to plump again as he watched Puck's display avidly.

The pale-skinned boy blushed all over as he saw what Noah was holding: a strip of condoms and a tube of lubricant. He took a deep breath, willing those pesky nerves to take a hike. There was no way he was backing out of this venture; he needed to lose his virginity and he wanted Puck to do it tonight. No chickening out.

He licked his lips as he watched Puck rub his long, thick cock, pulling it up from the base to the top and down again. He suddenly remembered what he'd wanted to tell Puck and cleared his throat, making the other boy focus on his eyes rather than his waiting body.

"Earlier, I … uhm, took a shower… and, uhm," Kurt cursed his damn stutter. Of all the times, really?

Puck raised an eyebrow at him. "I know, babe, you taste really clean," and laughed as Kurt blushed again. The other boy sat up slightly, just resting on his elbows as he tried to make himself clearer.

"No, I mean, in the shower, I used some stuff I got on the Internet to… uh, kinda … prep myself?" He hadn't wanted to sound so tentative and virginal but – looking at the hungry look that had come over Noah's face – maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all. Noah's voice was deeper as he almost growled at Kurt.

"Tell me… show me what you did… in the shower… with the stuff."

Kurt gulped as he locked eyes with him, lying back on the bed, and reached one hand down to his opening. He felt when Puck's knees bumped into the bed as he moved closer to watch him. Kurt continued to stare at his lover, moving one slender, pale finger to his opening as he spread his legs some more.

Puck groaned and grabbed his dick, squeezing it cruelly to halt the build-up in his balls. Jesus, Kurt was so fucking hot, if he wasn't a virgin, the Puckzilla would already have been buried to the hilt in that sweet ass. Puck knew he had to wait and prep him, though, because no way was he ever going to be guilty of a crappy first time, especially not with this boy who owned his heart and body.

While Puck had been struggling with controlling his body's natural reaction to the sight of Kurt slipping a finger into his own hole, the boy on the bed had thrown back his head and was fighting to hold back his own whimpers. Puck breathed out harshly as he watched Kurt pull out the finger and, just as he was about to return with a second one, Puck grabbed his hand.

"No, I wanna do it." He let go of Kurt's hand, flipped open the tube of lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. While it was unbelievably hot watching Kurt writhe around and finger himself, his own fingers, being larger, would do a much better job of stretching that virgin hole. Besides, Puck was dying to get something other than his tongue into that hot body!

Kurt moaned at the feel of Puck's big fingers stroking his hole and when one long finger slipped past the guardian muscle, he whined embarrassingly and slapped a hand over his mouth. Puck was having none of that! He smiled encouragingly up at Kurt but shook his head.

"You don't have to do that, babe, you sound hot, no matter what," he said softly, his concentration split between the sensation surrounding his fingertip and the sight of Kurt already falling apart with just that. He slid the finger in all the way, going slow and easy, glad that Kurt had done some prep in the shower.

Kurt grabbed his prick and pulled it, his hips doing that circling thing that Puck found so hot. As he moved his finger in the soft, slick, tight, hot channel, he closed his eyes to maintain some control. His senses were almost overloading with just this simple action and he would die (well, Kurt would kill him!) if he came too soon just because he couldn't control himself.

Pulling out the finger, he squeezed a bit more lube onto another and slid the two back inside Kurt's greedy little hole. He worked the fingers then, almost beside himself, pulled them out and then added a third. He was kinda on the large side himself so he couldn't be too careful.

Kurt cried out and his hips lifted off the bed completely as Puck worked his hole with the three greased up fingers, his hand squeezing his flushed cock and his head thrashing back and forth. Puck figured it was now or never and, after wiping his hand off on his leg, proceeded to rip open a condom packet with his teeth and slip the rubber onto his straining dick. He was panting as he applied a generous dollop of lube to the sheath, shuddering at the feel of his own hand on himself.

Christ! He hadn't been so turned on in a long, long time, and he owed it to the sight and sound of Kurt almost getting himself off while Puck prepped him. The jock paused in his ministrations when he remembered something he'd seen in his brief bout of Internet research and he looked down at the panting boy before him.

"Uhmm, baby, I think for this first time, you better turn over. They say it will be easier." At Kurt's hazy, quizzical look, he elaborated. "On your stomach, so it's easier for me to do you."

He almost laughed out loud at the pout on his boy's face but Kurt just nodded and flipped over. Kurt, now that his mind was clearing a tiny bit, acknowledged the truth of Noah's statement. He too had read some stuff and so, pulling down the bedspread a bit, he grabbed one of his pillows and positioned his hips on it. This had the added benefit of not only presenting his ass to Puck but cradling his cock as well. He smiled back over his shoulder, squirming at the way Puck was staring at his body and fisting his own cock.

Kurt wiggled his ass at Puck whose head jerked back up to see the inviting smile aimed at him. "Be gentle with me, Noah; I love you."

A sensation like hot water flooded Puck from head to toe and his heart rate sped up as he realized the moment was finally here. He nodded at Kurt's words and took a deep breath. He tore his eyes away from Kurt's gleaming pink pucker to assure the waiting boy. "It's gonna be okay, babe, just stay relaxed… keep breathing deep."

Kurt did feel reassured by Puck's confident, gentle tone and he grinned in anticipation of the feel of the bigger boy inside him. However, he couldn't hold in the soft, pained gasp that escaped when Puck's cockhead breached that first ring of muscles. It didn't hurt much but it still didn't feel anything like his or Puck's fingers.

Puck grasped one slender hip as he fed his cock to Kurt's hole. He sank in slow and steady before pausing so Kurt could adjust. He closed his eyes tightly as the sound of Kurt's breathy, now pain-free moans made him hotter. His cock pulsed in its narrow confines and after ascertaining that Kurt was okay so far, slid all the rest of the way in until his hips were snug to Kurt's backside.

He rubbed the now-free hand up and down Kurt's sweating back and spoke softly: "Okay, babe, speak to me." Kurt could only nod as his body shuddered. He knew there would be a short period of adjustment because Noah's dick was just so big but he was impatient for the mind-blowing sex to start. So, with that in mind, he rose up a bit and pushed his butt back against his lover.

The larger boy groaned at the feel of Kurt moving against and around him. He was so hot, smooth and tight and Puck's fear now was that he would come too soon before Kurt got off again. He splayed his hand on Kurt's back to still him and pleaded, "Baby, please, stop moving."

Kurt's pleased little chuckle came just ahead of another naughty wiggle and Puck swore under his breath as he grabbed both hips to steady himself. "Okay, you asked for it," he muttered before pulling out and sliding back in strongly.

The deep groan that issued from Kurt shocked him as it turned him on further and, gasping, he pulled out once more, adjusted his angle, and plunged in again.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmyguh_" Kurt cried out, his back arching and his head whipping from side to side. While Puck wasn't being rough, the strong rubbing of his cock against what Kurt realized was his prostate was beginning to drive Kurt out of his mind. "Oh, yes, Noah, yes, yes, yes, uhhh_ ahhh!"

Puck fucked him so good, Kurt's mind, which had retreated somewhere to the back when all this started, registered how much Puck deserved his reputation around town. Kurt could just barely hang on for the ride, thanking any passing deity that he'd taken the time to prep himself earlier. As it was, with Puck's powerful thrusts moving him on the bed, he knew he'd be sore the next day. A good sore, though, thank Gucci!

Kurt's continuing and escalating vocalizations were doing a heck of a lot for Puck's ego, too. Jesus, the little diva was certainly loud. And demanding, as Puck heard him begin to cry out, "yes, harder, oh yes, that's good, oh Noah, more... Faster!"

Sweat dripped in Puck's eyes as he sped up his thrusts, almost lunging in and out of the greedy body writhing and thrusting back at him. He slowed down and stopped, almost laughing at Kurt's discontented little whine, "wha_, Noah?"

"C'mon, babe, flip over." He grasped the greased-up condom as he slid out of Kurt's body.

"Uh, oh yes, yes." Kurt flipped over quickly, panting and licking his tortured lower lip as he waited for Noah to join him again. He pulled his legs up and back as Noah positioned himself once again between them.

Kurt, his breathing harsher and little whimpers escaping him, lifted his head so he could watch the other boy's cock sink into his body. He groaned long and loudly at the sight, startling Noah.

"Jesus, Kurt, you're a really loud fuck! It's a good thing we're alone, babe, Jesus!" Puck sank to the root inside the writhing body and paused to grab a breath. Fucking was a lot of work but it was all good when he could look down into the face of this boy he loved so much and see the love shining back at him.

Kurt was flushed and beautiful, biting on his plump lower lip and Puck, giving into temptation, leaned in to take his mouth in a long, breathless kiss.

"I love you, babe, you're so beautiful." Lifting Kurt's long, smooth legs up to his waist, he began again the long, strong glides into his lover's hot body. He fought against his eyes closing in pleasure because he wanted to see the look on Kurt's face when he fell over the edge while he was inside of him. "Look at me, baby, look at me."

Kurt struggled to keep his eyes trained on Noah and slid his arms around the athlete's strong shoulder, stroking the sweaty nape of his neck. Being on his stomach had been good but this way was light-years better. He felt like he could see clear down into Noah's soul and knew without a doubt that this badass boy loved him. He cried out as the cock within him brushed relentlessly up against his prostate, his head falling back. Puck took the opportunity presented him and sucked strongly on Kurt's gloriously pale neck. He was determined to leave a mark so everyone would know to whom Kurt belonged.

He gasped into the sweet-smelling skin of Kurt's throat as the boy writhed on his cock. He knew he couldn't last much longer because he'd been ready to come even before sliding into the strong, hot body beneath him. He eased Kurt's upper body down onto the bed but kept his ass in his lap, and began to jack Kurt's pretty cock.

Kurt yelled as Puck's hand wrapped around him, "Ohgodohgod, oh Noah, please, let me come. Ohhh!" Puck shuddered at the almost pained cries issuing from Kurt and murmured sweet, loving words to his beautiful boy.

"Come for me, sweetheart, come for me. I love you!" Before the last words had left his lips, Kurt's cock spasmed in his hand and he wailed, crying Noah's name as if he were dying. Puck let go of the twitching cock and pulled Kurt up into his arms. He plunged his hips up into the other boy, his own cock squeezed in a vice-like grip as Kurt's orgasm ripped through him.

Puck cried out, a long, low guttural sound as he, too, fell over the edge, unable to hold back the powerful climax that ripped through him. He buried his face in Kurt's neck, crying out his love as his hips lunged, pushing him to the end of this wonderful, heart-stopping dance. Kurt, sliding into a breathless afterglow, rubbed grateful hands up and down Puck's back, soothing the bigger boy who continued to shudder above and in him.

Puck, finally coming back to himself, eased Kurt back and down onto the bed, sliding his hands down Kurt's ass before clutching the filled the condom as he slid out. For some reason, Kurt's sexy little moan as he separated from him made him flush and recall how noisy he himself had been in the end.

Kurt smiled with his eyes closed but he opened them to admire the impressive play of muscle in Noah's back and ass as he moved to discard the used condom. After retrieving one of the towels to wipe himself off, he patted the bed beside him to indicate he wanted to snuggle and Puck obliged. They didn't talk, just smiled at each other, the flush from their lovemaking still painting their bodies and warming them.

Kurt pulled Noah's head down to his shoulder, even as he realized the other boy probably felt their positions should be reversed. He didn't care; Noah's soft, sated expression brought out the nurturer in Kurt and he sighed as the larger boy settled down with one leg thrown over Kurt's sated limbs.

The minutes ticked by as the boys relaxed and basked in the warmth of their bed and each other's presence. Kurt, as always when he was relaxed, hummed softly as he stroked Noah's hair. Puck, for his part, felt a peace settle over him that seemed wholly different from the usual afterglow. After searching within himself, he realized what it was.

He felt at home with Kurt in a way he'd never felt before with anyone else. He stroked one hand softly up Kurt's stomach then let his hand just lie there. He smiled to himself as the muscles beneath his hand quivered a little then settled into the steady rise and fall of his boyfriend's breathing. Then, not wanting to spend too much time pondering this newest revelation, he pressed a soft kiss into Kurt's shoulder, sighing as Kurt nuzzled his hair.

"Go to sleep, sweetie, we have a little time." Kurt's voice was husky, sexy and soothing at the same time.

Puck smiled and closed his eyes, their mingled scent and the sound of Kurt's gentle breathing ushering him down into a well of quiet sleep. Yes, here was home.

The End… But Is It Really?

A/N: There you have it, gentle people. I had fun writing this and would dearly love to know if folks are interested in my continuing in a sequel. Thanks again to the hundreds of readers who have indicated their interest in my version of the boys. Please, let me know your thoughts on how I did, as writers do really thrive on feedback. LLAP, all.